Crickets

A house casts a shadow over a field of crickets Always heard but never seen The same cry yet a new generation every night (Feilds of flowers who hold the power) They cry out whether or not what they long for has been resolved (Crickets chirp louder as their made to be cowards) Yet we listen to them as we go to sleep (The change of the flower repeats by the hour) (When It's just like... getting hard and... ya'know... to many napkins) A house casts a shadow over a field of crickets Always heard but never seen The same cry yet a new generation every night (Yet a new generation every night) They cry out whether or not what they long for has been resolved (A house casts a shadow over a house of crickets) Sleep Yet we listen to them as we go to Crickets I mean... yeah I guess that's fine A house casts a shadow over a field of crickets Always heard but never seen The same cry yet a new generation every night.